Young Sam Yoka (Freestyle) текст песни, слова песни Yoka (Freestyle) Young Sam
Young Sam - Yoka (Freestyle)
Blood gang bullets, shoot you till' you're bloody bitch;
Snitches get stiches, so keep your mouth zipped;
S.O.D bitch, that's who I'm fucking with 'Leggo'
Chopper lay you down, to the ground, hundred rounds;
Keep a pound of that kush, throw away that Bobby Brown;
We be smoking like Jamaicans, eyes looking Asian;
Middle finger up high, fuck you if you hating;
Quit debating on your future, I'm a have to come and change it;
Shoot your head up off your shoulders, now it's time for new arrangements;
Keep that forty on my hip, shoot a nigga til' he plankin;
Saying he's the shit, shoot him up, now he's stinking yup;
Bitch I'm so so tatted up, keep that nine don't add it up;
Subtract like that nigga dead, two to the chest, one to the head;
I done came in the game from the bottom;
Lookin for the top nigga then I finally got em', now a nigga on can't tell me shit;
Chain so cold shit and my wrist [hahh], switch flow up but I still put it down;
And I ride around town with a straight and a pound, any nigga want beef;
Better hide in a bush, cause they about to get smoked, like this kush;
Blow them trees, like a breeze, get it free, spend no cheese;
Got a bad bitch grow all my weed, six gram blunt, all I need;
{Hahh} Then I'm on another planet, pass that mocha like I'm Spanish;
I said I'm on another planet, pass that mocha like I'm Spanish bitch;
{Yoka Hona} [x5]
I'm in the motherfucking building ho;
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